I love to fly.

You'd think being a beautiful winged creature would make me quite the catch, but I tend to attract only the guys who feel like I'm an attainable weirdo.

Or the occasional fetishist.

It hasn't been easy for me, but I wouldn't expect you to understand.

I live to fly.

Child and parent alike point and laugh.

Store clerks ask menacing questions.

Employers think you're wearing a costume.

After all, I'm a pegasus.

A lot of people think that if you're a pegasus your troubles are over.

The truth is that when you're a pegasus your troubles are only magnified. You are scrutinized beyond belief by even the most anonymous passer-by.

But at least you can always fly away.

Even if you're only flying on foot.

Or forced to rely on public transportation.

There is No Doubt.

...and I love cigarettes.

I started smoking when I was 13 and, though I've tried to, I haven't been able to drop it.

I know its bad for me.

When questioned about my habit by the public, I tend to quote the same stale joke over and over.

I think it was my mom who told it to me first.

"Quitting is easy, I've done it a hundred times."

They rarely get it.

They rarely get me.

No one ever does.

Still, I can't complain.